I am sitting here at the entrance way to Wal Mart making a fortune. I awoke this morning and my business skills ejected out of me like a roman candle. While Shopping for butter and Nair last night it dawned on me. Milk and Bread. This town needs more milk and bread. Theres snow in the forecast, plus most everyone loves, or is in love with milk and bread. For some reason, at the first sign of freezing rain or snow, old people around the globe spring to life, ready there check books ,and consume every last drop of cow juice and bread. I dont understand it,but im gonna profit off this lame stab at reversing old man winter.
I arrived at wally world this morning at 4am. I drug five shopping carts at once to the last isle. This is where I hear they keep the ever elusive whole milk. I want to focus on milk first because years of shopping has taught me to never put the bread under the milk.
I repeat, NEVER PUT THE BREAD UNDER THE MILK. This is not common sense, but a survival skill that cant be taught. You either have it or ya dont. Thankfully I ran into a cousin of mine that works at Wal Mart. His name is Danny Joe. Some of you may remember Danny from the Branch Dravidian reenactment. He was the guy mixing the poisoned kool-aid. He also was responsible for bring that Divine green bean casserole. He’s very religious. Religious people understand the milk and bread theory. They invented it. This is their bag, not mine. I purchase every last drop of whole cow juice they had, and made my way to the bread. I jammed 100 loaves of bread into my cart, purchased the junk, held some baby’s, shook some hands, and began setting up my booth outside Wal Marts entrance. I sold Milk for 10 dollars a gallon, and bread for 5 bucks a pop. Many people were pissed off, but what could they do. Did they wanna starve, or freeze to death from lack of milk and bread. No way Jose. They conformed, and spent there savings like and good christian would do. This is not to say my booth ran like a well oiled machine. A hour ago a elderly lady wrapped her pale tentacles around my throat, cussed me, and pissed her pants. She blamed me for wetting herself, and Im sure I looked guilty. It hurt my sales. I had one woman give me her child. She said “sir, I cant afford these prices, why is it so high.” “terrorist” i said ” terrorist are converging on our live stock and yeast deposits, Its drove prices sky high, I work for the FBI, They planted me here to make sure the citizens of american get their milk and bread”. “Well, all I have is 10 dollars” she said. ” you give me the ten dollars and that malnourished kid you got there, and I’ll hook you up with 2 gallons of cow juice an a loaf of Sara Lee.” How does that sound you penny pinching bitch” “my kid”she said. “yes, your first born will do fine” “look” i said. “I dont have all the time in the world” “without milk and bread all these Christians behind you will die from exposure.” “now, you wont be giving me your kid, you’ll be giving the little tike to the united states of American.” We’ll train the little devil to become a fighter pilot or milk and bread salesman like me” ” not a bed wetter or a walking digestive system like he’ll turn out if you continue with him” “OK, I guess your right” she said ” of course I am” And just like that I received my first illegal teeny bopper. She seem to have no real problem giving him up. She seemed relieved and proud her son would be a man of the state. A devotee to the betterment of human kind. Though, in reality, in the morning I plan on sending him to the Hell’s Angel corporate office in Santa Barbara California. You can get good money for blond headed children on the black market. It wont be that bad. He’ll probably end up in some coastal city in Asia toiling away in some dank factory. A good life experience. He’ll thank me one day.
Some people aren’t as luck as us. They might go without the essential dose of cow juice and bread. Blankets are not enough when flakes fall from the sky. The wood in the stove is meaningless unless your head first into a glass of whole milk. Bury your face and pray for bread ladies and gentlemen. The fat is in the fire, but what does this mean without milk or bread. It means your days are numbered. It means you should lie, cheat, and steal. Its means death without milk and bread. This could be the last thing you ever read. I beg each and everyone of you to go out and place your order for bread and milk. The very fabric and hemline of your soul depends on it. Go now. Go forth, like the wind my little ponies.–